“See that’s the thing. Monday we go in and he doesn’t say anything. He hung that shit over our heads until the day we left for Afghanistan. Every day he was a dick to us. Telling us that if we didn’t do what he asked, he'd rat on us.”
“But he never did?” she asked.
“Nope. We were furious, and he knew he was untouchable.”
“Just like he thinks he is now,” she murmured.
Both Jackson and I laughed. “He thinks he is, but he’s nothing but a piece of shit, angel.”
“I don’t want anything to happen to you two.”
“Nothing will,” Jackson confirmed.
“I just want to get you your things andifhe tries to start something, then I’ll step in,” I reasoned.
“I know. I just want this whole nightmare to be over with,” she sighed.
So did I.
